Summary: Now that you have to kiss Pedro on screen, your feelings for him feel extra exposed. Could he possibly feel the same way? 

Warnings: Kissing. Nothin' 'spicy' tho...

A/N: (Y/F/N) is (your friend's name)

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Once Taika, Bryce, Dave, and Jon called a wrap, you were off to the makeup trailer where your handy makeup artist and now good friend, (Y/F/N), wiped off all the days worth of cosmetics. With a little help, you got out of your costume and then you undid your 'starwarsy' hair-do. Once everything was settled, you said goodnight to (Y/F/N) and went back to your trailer. Pedro's was three down from yours. Yours was squished between Gina Carano, another good friend, and the 'guest star' trailer. You whipped out a microwavable meal and just sat down to watch Netflix after finishing eating when there was a light knock at your door.

You answered it.

"Pedro?"

"Sorry, I should've texted beforehand-"

You shook your head. "No, it's fine. Um, come in?"

Pedro followed you into the 'depths' of your trailer. His eyes fell over every little detail, every difference between his and yours. Even since filming, you two hadn't even really been inside each other's trailers. You still hung out, quite frequently you might add, but Pedro always had these brilliant ideas and places to be and dragged you there with him. As much as you hated being spontaneous and risky like Pedro, he gave you the courage to do just that. You think you've done more in seven months than you have in your entire life!

"You make me want to clean my trailer up."

"Well, don't invite me over if it's a train wreck. I might complusively start tidying it up." You teased.

"Maybe I'll invite you over just so you can clean." Pedro smirked.

"Maybe I'll gently decline." You plopped onto the couch. "I'm not picking up your underwear anytime soon."

Pedro laughed a genuine laugh and sat down right beside you. His dorky glasses weren't on, so his natural, jaw dropping attractiveness was making your insides do summersaults. Especially now that...

That you had to...

It's in character, relax.

"I um," Pedro rubbed his hands together. "I...I know we both were kinda shocked by the news."

"Definitely."

"Are you ok with it?" There was a tint of hope in Pedro's voice.

"Of course," You lied. Half lied. No one could say no to kissing Pedro - even if it was as Din - but there was pressure. Cameras. People who had a say on how you kissed someone! You were really not 'ok' with it at all. But that didn't mean you didn't want it. That would've been a worse lie. "I'm just confused as to how this is gonna work. I know we've filmed only so much of our characters so there's a gap between point A and B in their arc but with Din's Mandalorian code..."

"I know, I wondered that too."

"The Widow tried to take the helmet off and he didn't let her." You added.

"True. But for this I think the writers got a bit creative, it makes sense." Pedro pulled a lightweight packet of paper out and handed it to you.

It was the script. The script. You started to scan everything over. The scene title literally said: The Kiss. Your whole body went numb just rereading those two words over and over and over. Pedro was absolutely chill. He just waited patiently for you to finish reading the plan. You forced your eyes farther down the page. Wow, you flipped the page, they really pulled this out of nowhere. But it works!

The idea was this: Din had to shower at some point. He was loaded down by armor and all these crazy space tasks so where did he shower? Well, with Grogu, it was easy to sneak off and bathe and stuff but now with you on board, he had to go in the night when he was sure you were sound asleep. Apparently, Ashe had found out about Din sneaking off and faked a deep sleep so that when Din came back, he wasn't ready. He had his helmet off so that he could dry his hair and face off. That's when he noticed her. He spun around to grab his helmet but she'd taken it. Then...after some brief conversation, and Ashe's promise to never tell anyone she saw his face, she approaches Din to give him the helmet. And then, at the last second, she pauses and kisses Din.

"Interesting right?"

"Yeah."

"It's definitely going to shock the viewers," Pedro mused.

"Um, I'm more worried about the fangirls." You joked.

Pedro smiled. "Hey, you're still ok about all of this right?"

"I don't know!" You blurted. "I mean, it's not you Pedro it's...it's cameras and people watching and I've never done this before so what if I mess up and then we're just redoing one scene over and ove-"

As you rambled on, Pedro took your chin between his fingers and turned your head towards his. Suddenly he leaned in toward you, pressing an intense kiss against your lips as his other hand found your waist and tugged you closer to him. You didn't fight, but you didn't fully kiss back either. You just let Pedro take the lead. The kiss was hard and rough, but it was perfect. When neither of you could breath, Pedro pulled back, keeping you both close enough for him to rest his forehead on yours. You both took deep, rugged breaths. Your faces were still inches apart.

"See?" Pedro whispered huskily. "If you could do that, you can do this."

"Ok but that wasn't me, that was you." You argued.

Pedro drew back, taking his hand off your waist. "Then I guess you owe me."

He left you with the new script and an out of control heart rate that would've scared the crap out of any doctor. You collapsed against the couch once Pedro had gone and fought hard against the floodgate of tears that were bubbling up. Underneath the excitement of kissing Pedro, you were still nervous, but now you were a bit more confident. Pedro was right, you owed him a kiss. And a good one too.

*Time Gap brought to you by Grogu making a frog fly around the Crest for fun*

Today was the day. (Y/F/N) did your makeup but not your hair. The scene was at night, so Ashe wouldn't have her hair done. You got into costume and met Pedro on set. You'd seen him many times without the helmet but still wearing the armor, only this time it all felt different. For one, Pedro didn't have that little hood over his head. His hair was getting sprayed with water so it would look freshly washed. You watched him get his touch ups before the makeup crew slunk away and you and him sat in your set chairs, waiting for set designers to finish 'setting up'.

"Remember, it's just in character." Pedro reassured you.

"Thanks," You nodded.

Bryce was directing this scene. Going by her obsession with catching 'moments', she was the right choice for today. And for whatever reason, having a girl directing was comforting. Your nerves lessened. ACTION! You laid down on your bed, waiting for Pedro to enter the ship. A camera man followed him as he came on board, soaking wet from his head to whatever of his neck wasn't covered by his bulk of armor. Pedro set his helmet down, watching it for a moment and then looking toward you. Your eyes were shut, your breathing deceptively sleeplike. Feeling safe, Pedro went in search of a towel. You slowly peeled one eye open and then crawled out of bed. A second camera man in front of you, the camera lens watching you like a hawk as 'Ashe' picked up the helmet.

Camera Man 2 - your camera man - raised the camera as you stood up, the helmet in both hands. Then, you stiffened, knowing Mando had seen you. The lens looked over my shoulder and probably focused on Pedro's back. You heard Pedro whip around to grab his helmet, towel in hand, but he wouldn't find it.

Your grip on the helmet tightened.

Behind you, the towel was thrown down in aggravation. You took a deep breath. Not as Ashe, as you, but you could tell that Bryce was chanting: "That's a moment!" at the monitors. Once you were ready, you carefully turned about to face Pedro who had just realized you had taken his helmet. Your eyes lit up as you scanned Pedro's face, pretending you had never seen it before, like Ashe would if she was real. But she was. She was you. You were her. Ashe saw beneath the mask that she had begun to fall in love with. She saw the face of the first person she'd ever loved. The camera moved in front of you, blocking your view of Pedro, soaping hair and all, but you clung to his image and held your expression.

Once the camera moved, and you saw Pedro again, you could see the expression on his face that they'd captured. It was fear, shock, and curiosity.

"I'm sorry," You whispered. "I just needed to see."

Pedro's eyes were so expressive! There was longing, fear, anger, betrayal and desire. You looked away for a moment and then thought better. Ashe wouldn't give up one second of seeing Din's face. You met Pedro's eyes again.

"Why?" Din's low, husky, and now timid voice asked.

"Because-" You let the whisper die on your lips. "Because I needed to know if I cared about the helmet or you."

And suddenly, Pedro became Din. His lips parted in surprise, but they also curled into a soft smile. It was so small, so easy to miss. You took one step closer.

"I'm sorry." You repeated.

As you crossed the floor towards Din, he stood stone still, his eyes darting between yours. You held the helmet close to your chest. Step by step, the distance between your characters fell away. You looked up into Din's face, relishing in it's every handsome feature, it's emotion and purity. Finally you were seeing what lay beneath the mask. Beneath the shell of the man underneath the helmet. You stopped inches away from Din. He was looking down at you with those penetrating brown eyes, holding you in a spell. It's just in character, Pedro whispered in your head. You let your gaze fall to Din's lips, and then-

You had to stand up to your full height to press a soft kiss to Pedro's lips. Once you'd started, you lingered, unable to imagine poor, lovestruck Ashe backing away like any normal girl. You hesitated - but before you could move, Pedro had dipped his face closer to yours and was kissing you back. The kiss was nothing like the one he'd given you in your trailer, still, you let him kiss you. Gripping the helmet in one hand, you let it fall at your side so you could move a bit nearer to Din. Then, Din's hand flitted over yours, taking the helmet from you as your lips separated. You fell onto your heels, searching Pedro's eyes.

There it was: a smile in his eyes.

Pedro lifted the helmet and slid it on. You backed away, holding eye contact for as long as possible. Finally, you smiled to yourself and looked away, just in time for your 'exit'. You moved deeper into the ship, and even though your back was to Pedro, you could feel his eyes underneath the helmet following you until you disappeared.

"CUT!" Someone yelled. "MAKEUP HOLD YOUR HORSES!"

Well now I know it's Taika, you thought as your legs gave way and you fell against the set wall. Unlike the night Pedro and you kissed...you weren't numb, you felt alive in so many ways. Someone's footsteps hurried down the fall toward you. You looked up. It was Pedro, the helmet still on and everything. He stopped directly in front of you and pulled the helmet off his head. In his eyes you saw your own, scared ones, and you wanted to vanish immediately. Pedro wore the most beautiful grin you'd ever seen. He was smiling from the depths of his heart. You could feel your blush. Pedro laughed softly, so you laughed, and then smiled. Together, you laughed until you couldn't anymore.

"Pedro..." You mumbled. "You weren't supposed to kiss me back, it wasn't in the script. You were out of character."

Something like adoration flickered in Pedro's eyes. "I know," He murmured, brushing fingertips over your cheek. "Because that wasn't in character."

Pedro cupped your face, looking hopeful for a third kiss, which you were all for. You were leaning in when someone approached. It was Bryce. She was smiling like she'd won the lottery. Pedro and you put some space between you both.

"Nice job," Bryce commented. "That was quite a moment."

Something told you Pedro agreed wholeheartedly.